"Do you like it?" She heard Angelo's voice coming from behind her, yet all Emily could think about was the thousands of flowers covering every part of Angelo's office. "I wanted just one bouquet of flowers, but then I thought that my queen deserves more than just one bouquet," he said before wrapping his hands gently around Emily's hips.
Lost for words, Emily's lips quivered, and her mind wondered what kind of sick game Angelo was playing with her and how he knew that roses were her favourite. Unaware of her actions, Emily removed Angelo's hands from her hips and then turned to look at him.
He was different once again. This time around, Angelo was smiling down at her, and she could see the glitter in his eyes. It was as though she had met a different man, one that not long ago looked like he was about to kill her, and now the man standing before her looked like he loved her.
"Roses?"